there is always hope
Almost distractedly, Ronin's fingers came up to twine through Remi's hair, through the curls interspersed with golden fur; the lion waiting beneath the alchemist's gentle exterior. Ronin had fought the lion before, though, and he had won, so there was nothing in him that feared the predatory nature. In fact, it served to spur him on in this case. Taking a moment to catch his breath (something he badly needed) as Remi's forehead pressed to his shoulder, Ronin let his head loll against the other man's, eyes slipping shut--
Only to flutter back open in shock and surprise at the warm hand suddenly wrapping around the length of him. A gasp that was half a moan rose up in the back of his throat, stuttering for a moment as teeth came biting against his collarbone. The low and insistent ache deep in his groin ignited into something that couldn't be ignored. Ronin bit down on his lip and thrust into Remi's hand, aided by the alchemist's positioning, and the pleasure was so sudden and unexpected, like an itch he didn't know he needed to scratch, that he very nearly forgot what they were doing.
"H-hn... w-wait," he tried, slowing his movements with no small effort of willpower, his hips wanting to buck wildly and his hands eager to grasp and pull and hold for leverage. "Do you trust me?" His tone was breathless and his smile flickering and playful, and he backed Remi up against the wall for the specific purpose of him being able to brace against it while Ronin grasped the backs of his thighs, hitching him up from the ground.
Only to flutter back open in shock and surprise at the warm hand suddenly wrapping around the length of him. A gasp that was half a moan rose up in the back of his throat, stuttering for a moment as teeth came biting against his collarbone. The low and insistent ache deep in his groin ignited into something that couldn't be ignored. Ronin bit down on his lip and thrust into Remi's hand, aided by the alchemist's positioning, and the pleasure was so sudden and unexpected, like an itch he didn't know he needed to scratch, that he very nearly forgot what they were doing.
"H-hn... w-wait," he tried, slowing his movements with no small effort of willpower, his hips wanting to buck wildly and his hands eager to grasp and pull and hold for leverage. "Do you trust me?" His tone was breathless and his smile flickering and playful, and he backed Remi up against the wall for the specific purpose of him being able to brace against it while Ronin grasped the backs of his thighs, hitching him up from the ground.
